animals – Page 7 – My husband's poetry

Yellow and pink flowers, red camellias, Bright green pine needles on the end of a bough, Turtles sun on mud bank, Heron flies into the morning, Grey tabby stalks in tall grass Wind in trees tell me to stay 2-23-23

home

Feb 23, 2023

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cfblack

in animals, Birds, flowers

Yellow and pink flowers, red camellias, Bright green pine needles on the end of a bough, Turtles sun on mud bank, Heron flies into the morning, Grey tabby stalks in tall grass Wind in trees tell me to stay 2-23-23

haiku from our daughter’s back porch

Feb 21, 2023

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cfblack

in animals, Birds, Family, haiku

squirrels twerk on fence chickens cackle good morning voyeur sun in trees 2-21-23

Tippy

Feb 12, 2023

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cfblack

in animals, Death & Afterlife, dreams, Family

When mom fell at home and broke her leg, she was moved to a rehab facility. We knew at 92 she’d never return home and suspect dad knew, too. He insisted we move them into a facility where he lived on one floor and mom on another. Their little dog, Tippy, went to live with…

What snapping turtles can teach us about politics

Feb 9, 2023

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cfblack

in animals, War & Politics

Adrift offshore a dole of turtles try to sunbathe on the same log. It rolls over each time one climbs up. They refuse to stop jostling and spinning for a place in the sun adrift offshore in a shallow, muddy pond 2-9-23

A Double kind of negative morning

Jan 31, 2023

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cfblack

in animals, Birds, Family, nature

In the creek behind our daughter’s house greening undergrowth, hyperactive birds, tree frog choral sound track. In a distant somewhere, a fleeing train calls out it has room for one more. Me…I sit on our daughter’s patio adrift in an ambience of now not going no where 1-31-23

haiku rain

Jan 30, 2023

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cfblack

in animals, haiku, rain

tree frogs harmonize descants, trills and drumming rain listen under eaves 1-30-23

Lady of the lake

Jan 28, 2023

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cfblack

in animals, Birds, nature

On the far side of water twenty feet from shore she stood looking at me look at her looking at me look at her… wondering why I came each morning and stood in the same place counting the name of God five times on each knuckle. I wondered why she was not standing knee deep…

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